11:56 pm, Tuesday, 9th January
Your eyes hold passageways to galaxies that reside in alternate universes;
they are deeper than the ocean which is shrouded in a hue of ultramarine blue.
Your skin is dotted with light blemishes that resemble the stars that freckle a darkened sky – they connect together to form constellations that string their beauty upon your skin.
Your hair falls in messy tresses that resemble
the motions of an enticing waterfall,
cascading down the side of cliffs which have edges that jut out roughly, but only add to its beauty.
Your smile although imperfect, harbours a light in its appearance that mirrors that of a moon when
all clouds have been ushered away south,
leaving clear rays of moonlight in its wake.
Flaws decorate your entire being in a manner that is flawless, imperfection dances across your skin,
only adding to the beauty that makes you human.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
